14. Past, Present
I took a deep breath, looking from Vikk to Lachlan for a few moments before choosing to break the tension.
"Of fucking course, I remember Mitch." I mumbled, my grip tightening around the desk until my knuckles turned white. "Why are you bringing it up anyway? Not like we like that craphead."
Lachlan sighed, giving me a blank look at my previous statements. "Well, tough luck for us because he's back in town. Ran into him yesterday when I went elsewhere."
"You're kidding me, right?" I asked, trying to find some upside to this, trying to make myself think it was only a lie. It was thrown away when Lachlan shook his head no and took out his phone.
On it was a barely blurry photo of Mitch. What caught my attention though was the man walking right next to him.
"Vikk!" I yelled, cracking my knuckles as I walked towards said man. He was still hiding behind the door, even when I kept walking towards him in a threatening fashion.
I opened the door and slammed it shut as hard as I could before stopping in the hallway. Across me was Vikk, standing still with a blank look with guilt hidden behind it. It was obvious he knew about Mitch and he couldn't deny anything.
"What the hell, Vikk!" I yelled, grabbing the collar of his shirt and bringing his face close enough so I could punch him. "Why the hell didn't you tell me anything?"
He looked at me with a now pained look, mouth slightly moving as if he was telling me something, but couldn't find the words. I could see the pain and guilt obvious; was it Mitch that made him so distant from Vi?
I sensed my anger deflating as I slumped down and let go of Vikk. It wasn't him; I shouldn't have assumed. For all I knew, it could have been Lachlan, but it couldn't have, right?
Maybe it was these disgustingly girly feelings that made me think this way.
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Ah, hello. This is Quill and I wanted to say a few things.
I'm feeling better after months of a nasty bout of depression. Barely but it's something. I can write a little but it takes hours and hours for a shit chapter like this and I haven't broken down lately.
I want to say thank you to the person who's been running my account and been writing wonderfully for me. She/He is a terrific person whom I have come to trust already and I'm so very lucky to have she/he help me.
So, that's a little update. I might be regular here again. I've missed calling you guys lovelies.
We'll meet again, my lovelies. - quill
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Like Glass, Like Steel | vikkstar123 / craftbattleduty
Fanfiction" People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. " | Elisabeth Kübler-Ross | - Idea credit goes to Creasiel -